Unknown - Wicked lovemaking

The days and nights I belonged to Tim. He never let me out of his sight, and he never kept feeling me up and actually making it with me several times a day.

As I already confessed, I got to enjoying it during the nextcoming 2 weeks. Well, maybe enjoying it would be the wrong word…I got to love it…to silently await the moment when Tim would get hard again to do me…I couldn't tell him, like I had told John when I needed it… which was after all, most of the time…so I quietly awaited his lovemaking sessions with me, playing the role of doing it reluctantly…which I couldn't play for a long time…

John had made a sexaholic out of me, an addict to sex…now, when he refused to even talking to me, I gave myself completly to Tim, not caring anymore what was wrong or right…it was the strive for pleasure that counted, nothing else.

Once again I started my training and teaching, showing my new lover the wonders of lovemaking. I did everything with him that I had done with John, tasting his juices, as well as letting him taste mine…and my was he eager and a quick learner, he became quit good too, at licking me…

But a part of me was always thinking of John…and the growing child inside me, which we had produced…

It wasn't til about 2 weeks later that John couldn't hold any longer. I don't know if he just needed some time thinking, most of the things had happened very fast, or if it was just his sex urge that got too strong…nowadays I don't care…

It was Friday evening, John had taken Blackie out for a ride when he got home from school…and as usual I was in bed with Tim as soon as he passed the door.

Tim had acted like a sex maniac. As soon as he had entered the house he had attacked my breasts, sucking them hard, squeezing the soft flesh mercyless. Then he lapped at my slit for over 10 minutes giving me 3 wonderful orgasms, him drinking my juices.

Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my bedroom, guiding my overheated body which was like drugged from the sudden session of ours.

Seconds later we were in bed, his little member wriggling inside my maternal vagina like a worm. And what a worm! He spewed his hot sticky liquids inside my womb with a serene expression on his face, while I was urging him to press it even deeper inside. Then with a "make me hard, mommy" I started using my vaginal muscles on his shrinking penis, milking it with my most feminine muscles, squeezing it to life as it was filled once more with blood, rising and invading my depths once more as it had been doing for the last 2 weeks.

Tim was like John before he got more experienced. The first time was very quick, I didn't get too much pleasure out of it, but after the initial orgasm, Tim could hold on longer to his pumping, thus giving me wonderful climaxes every time, and this time wasn't any different.

After my womb had been sprayed and filled with a second load of his love honey, he lay ontop of me, panting in my ear, his body relaxed, his chest mashing my breasts, but I didn't care of him not supporting his weight, my hands caring more for the firm buttocks which I adored, feeling the tightness and the muscles, rotating his hips by holding on to his buttocks, feeling his soft member play inside my pussy.

"ohh mom…that felt…sooo good…I love you so much…"

"mmmm…it was honey…and I love you too…"

"…but I love you even more…I love you so much that I want to be with you forever, I want to kiss you, feel you up and do what we just did…forever…"

I giggled…

"Ohh Tim, you're so sweet, so young and beautiful…what you're saying is soo lovely and beautiful, but you'll have to find a girl of your own, a girl your own age…the girl of your life, to marry and to have kids with…I cannot be that girl, I am no girl, I am an old woman…

"No mommy, you're not old! And I don't want anyone else, I want you, I want to marry you…"

I hugged him close to me, feeling his body snuggling close to mine…

"Oh Timmie…your tongue is as sweet as honey…but it's not only the words, it's what it can do between my legs too that make it so wonderful"

We lay like that for a couple of moments, just breathing, then I heard his voice whisper in my ear, he only whispered when he wanted something special, and every time it was the same pleasure he wanted me to give…

He rolled off me, laying on his back and I got down between his legs, kneeling, feeling a steady flow of sperma and my own juices flow from my overfilled vagina. I grabbed his semi-erect penis at the root, squeezing hard to make it erect. My other hand worked with his little sac, feeling and playing with the wonderful testicles which were producing the heavenly love cream, the milky and bitter-tasting honey he had pumped inside my tunnel only moments ago, the same kind of baby-making cream with which John had inseminated me.

I lowered my head and took his manhood in my mouth, tasting the bitter, but spicy spunk which coated his member. It was so sticky with our mingled love liquids, but tasty, it was a taste I had learned to adore, making my saliva flow. I made slurping sounds as I either let him slide in and out of my mouth which I used as an artificial vagina, or I sucked as hard as I could, feeling his reviving hardness.

It was when I looked up that I saw John's figure in the shadow of the room.

I let Tim's penis slide out of my mouth, watching John, a large amount of the excessive saliva and his whitish cream running down his shaft. "Hi mom…"

Tim's head span around as he heard John's voice, his hands trying to hide his erection.

My first intention when seeing the figure was to hide my nakedness too, but I realised how silly that would be, silly because John knew all about what I was doing, both with Tim and sexually. He had done the same things with my body, so there was no reason to hide oneself.

But what really caught my eye, was what he was doing. First I didn't notice it, but then I realised he was stroking his fully erected penis. And he was as stark naked as little Tim and I.

He slowed down and stopped as he realised that I had seen him.

"Hello John…have you…have you been out riding?". It was such a stupid question, but I really didn't know what to say to my son. I didn't expect this to happen…

"Mmmm…I mean yeah…I…I took Blackie out for a ride…I guess he needed to get some moving in his legs…and I guess I needed some thinking myself…so…I…I rode down to the lake…"

He made a short pause, expecting me to say something, but I didn't know what…I just nodded.

Tim was listening, not moving an inch, his penis limp, still in my hand…

"…I…I've been thinking of what you've said…you know… and…I'm sorry…I really am…I'm so sorry I have been like this…I mean…the last days…"

"It's okay John…I think I would have acted the same…"

"…you know…I'm sorry that I called you these bad things… I really am…please forgive me mom…"

"ohh John…don't be sorry…it's okay, it really is…"

"I've missed you mom…", I could hear the sadness in his voice as his head hung down.

"I've missed you too John…ohhh…come here…"

He came to the bed, the sunset outside playing on his muscles as he embraced me. I never thought that I would feel him close to me again, ever. But when I felt with what intensity he was embracing me, I knew he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. We were meant for eachother, we needed eachother to feel secure, loved and pleased.

I shivered as I felt I rivulet of sperm leave my cunny, running down the inside of my sensitive thigh, remembering me of little Tim. I looked at him, seeing his questioning expression, still he hadn't moved or said anything.

I again uptook the attention of John. I could feel his hard trembling penis pressing up against my belly, leaving trails of whaterish pre-cum on my naked skin.